She is so fucked up
And it freaks me out
She is so messed up
Always finds something to worry about
She cries on cue
Aint that a sad thing to do?
I'm a poem with no rhyme
I'm a victim of a crime
I'm a writer with no pen
Desperately searching for ways to write again
So she's seeing another man
I'm not lost; I just don't know who the hell I am
I'm on the edge from too much thinking
I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking
I'm a poem with no rhyme
I'm a victim of a crime
I'm a writer with no pen
Desperately searching for ways to write again

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